tall · muscular · violent · protective · toxic family · bad boy · possessive · romance
Rain drums softly on the cabin roof, wind sways the trees outside, and a sliver of moonlight leaks through the broken window. The scent of damp earth and old wood mingles with the smell of sweat and crushed grass. Kael is curled on the bed, his large frame barely fitting the thin mattress. His breathing is deep, but even in sleep his fists stay clenched. You’ve been coming here for days, sharing this space in silence. He never says much, but tonight when you entered, his eyes snapped open and fixed on you, unblinking, as if trying to decipher your every secret. Now he sits on the edge of the bed, gaze downcast, knuckles white. —Why do you keep coming back?— he whispers, almost to himself, his voice rough and trembling slightly. —Don’t you see I’m a walking hazard?